one person is right

Chapter 42 Worship God

This remark came quite suddenly, Chen Cuo was a little surprised, but nodded truthfully.

"That's right," he said without any intention of concealing his intentions: "I don't learn it for nothing," he pointed to the book. "I also know some incense methods. Brother Pig learned from that temple dragon king..."

"Fellow Daoist!" Xiaozhu emphasized, "Lao Long is my fellow Taoist. Although he took advantage of this, after all, I'm not an ordinary person. If I didn't see him as miserable..." The voice gradually fell.

Chen Cuo understood, and said: "The two of you are relying on the mortal temples to establish the way. Without the temples, there will be no place for believers to worship, so they can only run around, looking for incense everywhere to devour. It is inevitable that it will be a bit inconvenient."

"Listen to what you mean, are you willing to build a temple for us to sculpt clay bodies?" The little pig was immediately excited.

Chen Cuo nodded and said bluntly: "My family has some money, but sacrifice is a major event of the country, and it is a prostitute to build one's own house. Therefore, it is not possible to set up a main temple, and only place a tablet at home."

"That's enough!" Little Pig nodded, "We're not picky eaters!" He followed, and said again, "However, I also heard that you are a noble person. When you become a high-ranking official in the future, you will have hundreds of people under your command. , remember to help us build a big temple!"

"You have no power but no power, what kind of nobles are you?" Chen Cuo shook his head, "What's more, once the power is in hand, sooner or later, what's the point of taking a swipe of loess? It's better to ask the immortals and see them for a long time. , so I am afraid that this temple will not be built for a while, so I dare not promise."

"Humph! You are sincere." Little Pig hummed twice.

Chen Cuo laughed and said, "I'm a county marquis anyway, and I won't dare to say it in the future. Right now, it's not a problem to let Brother Pig and Brother Turtle make fresh soup every day and chicken and sheep."

"What's the attraction for mere tongues? If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't touch it! Build a temple for us, and build a clay sculpture." The little pig grunted twice, then asked: But do you want to know now?"

Chen Cuo naturally would not refuse.

At this time, the little turtle made a "squeak" sound.

"What kind of person am I, naturally I won't plot against him! What kind of plot does he have! Huh!" The little white pig immediately shook his head like a rattle, and then whispered, "Besides, preaching to others is also what He wishes, preaching One is a biography, and the two are also biography, and whether it can be accomplished or not depends on the person himself, not us."

"Gurgling..." The little turtle made a few more noises.

The little pig nodded, glanced at Chen Cuo, and shook the pig's head, "Go to the bed and sit down."

Chen Cuo flicked his sleeves, jumped up, and sat down directly.

The little pig was a little surprised: "You're just right, and you're not afraid that I really have bad thoughts."

"Since I talk about standing up, I naturally do what I say, and treat each other with sincerity, so why should I worry?" Chen Cuo's smile remained unchanged, "Besides, I also have some methods in my hands, and I planned to refer to each other."

"Hum! You people, you have a lot of ideas in your heart!" said the little pig, and came to the bed, "I don't know how to visualize the method of establishing a god, and it is almost a gift from heaven. This kind of talent, you are It's absolutely incomparable, if you just say it with your mouth, how can you say it clearly? Why don't I pay my respects to you, and put the incense and incense of my mind in the past, and you will know it."

"Is there such an operation?" Chen Cuo's eyes lit up, and he surrendered to Xiaozhu, "So, there is brother Laozhu."

The little pig shrugged and sighed reluctantly, then put his head on the ground and hummed.

This situation is really weird. If someone came in at this moment, like Chen Hai and his like, I'm afraid they would panic on the spot, but Chen Cuo thought it was quite interesting, and was about to ask a few more questions, but his heart was shocked, and then a burst of dizziness, Getting tired.

In a blur, the scenery in front of you suddenly changed!
A gurgling stream appeared in front of us and flowed into the distance, but then a rain of blood dripped down, and the huge dragon head fell to the ground!

The old words lingered in my ears.

"When the old and young, the temple was full of incense, and they all worshipped the Dragon King of the River, and asked for a peaceful and abundant harvest, but the Dragon King finally violated the heavenly rule and walked on the Dragon Slaying Platform. Since then, the river has no People are interested, and there are no gods in this temple anymore, it is useless, it is useless."

When Chen Cuo heard this, he looked for the sound—

Small river water, cobweb dust.

This is a dilapidated Longwang Temple by the river.

Deep in the temple, behind the table, stands a clay sculpture.

Because of the age, this clay statue is already in ruins, with cracks all over it, the original coloring has peeled off, and the face is even less clear, but the dragon horns can be seen on its head.

Standing in the temple, Chen Cuo, looking at the scene, couldn't help but feel a bit sad.

"It's not my feeling, it's coming from outside and seeping into my heart."

Just a thought turned, and he could tell the reason.

"It's a bit close to Chen Fangqing. If I hadn't been awakened by that ghost face, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to distinguish between internal and external thoughts at this moment..."

In the same way, with Mengze's experience, Chen Cuo understood that he was not really here at this time, but just stepped into a fantasy.

Suddenly, a voice came.

Chen Cuo turned his head to look and saw a blurry figure that came and went, but he couldn't see clearly.

As soon as his heart moved, he suddenly visualized the blue and purple mask in his heart. Sure enough, the figure became much clearer, and then many scenes flashed in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern——

There are many mountain villagers in the mountains and forests. When fishing, hunting and fetching water, mountain people often enter the temple, and when they stay overnight, they will also worship the mud statues.
There are also hunters from outside the forest passing by here, bringing their prey to the fire and roasting them in the house. After a full meal, they will also offer a blood meal or two as offerings;
Suddenly, his heart moved, and he turned his head to look at the worn-out clay statue, but saw that the clay statue's face was blurred, but his eyes gradually became clear, and he looked at himself faintly.

So Chen Cuo took advantage of the situation and bowed.

"Fellow Daoist, please." A voice sounded in his ear.

Chen Cuo's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked again, there was already a blurry figure around him, faintly emitting golden light, but there was only one outline, but the inside was messy.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Cuo suppressed the confusion and surprise in his heart, and cupped his hands: "I have seen fellow Daoist." He could feel that there was no evil in this figure.

The vague figure smiled and said, "There is no need to be so polite, I have died, and now it is just a ray of thought, which is the sustenance of the two little friends. It is also their meaning to come here to meet you."

"Fellow Daoist, you..." Chen Cuo was about to ask again.

The vague figure waved his hand and pointed to the outside of the temple.

"All in!"

But more than a dozen men and women in ragged clothes were pushed in, and three soldiers with swords and soldiers came in behind, all with blurred faces.

(End of this chapter)